Holding the girl in his arms, Qin Qingnan couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her, his nose filled with her fragrance.
She was the kind of girl who sometimes seemed like fire and sometimes as elegant as a lotus.
He liked girls like her the most.
Lin Ziran tilted her small face up, looking at him above her, "There's snow on me, holding me like this will make your clothes wet."
Qin Qingnan hugged her even tighter, "It's alright. After waiting so long, are you cold?"
Lin Ziran thought for a while, "I don't remember."
Yes, she didn't remember if she was cold because all her energy was spent on drawing.
Qin Qingnan glanced down at the pattern she drew on the snow, suddenly his eyes became wet, his heart aching with tenderness.
She was drawing him.
Sketching various versions of him.
Because she studied animation, the images of him she sketched were in cartoon style.
He hugged her tighter, "Missed me?"
Lin Ziran candidly admitted, "Yes."
